Chapter 122: A dragon’s arrival (2/2)

“A team like that looks dumb and ignorant, why would your team Golden Stag need to do anything. We actually want to meet them though, we’ll help you guys teach them a good lesson.”

“Chris, who the hell are those guys! So arrogant!” When he heard, Stingham’s nose almost bent from anger, especially when the members of that team didn’t care if they saw them. They directly pointed in their direction as if they were watching monkeys.

“The team from Mountain Kings Academy. They entered the top sixteen last year, this year they’re ranked as a strong team.” Chris flipped through the magazine and said, “Their captain’s Werther, a star contestant, nicknamed the ‘Wild Battlemaster.’”

“Merely top sixteen, yet they’re so arrogant!” Stingham made a racket with his yelling. “It’s not like they’re some powerful team.”

“It’s really a moronic team…”

“Top sixteen still isn’t powerful enough?”

“Did these guys come here to clown about?”

The teams around them immediately let out faint sneers.

Ayrin, Moss, Belo, and the others suddenly exchanged a glance. They looked at Stingham, thinking, this guy really doesn’t need any playacting to look very much like a moron.

“Plus, none of them are as handsome as me! What do they act so arrogant for!”

What made them even more speechless was, Stingham cussed again while fishing out a comb at the same time and combing his hair with a very natural air.

“Alright, the drawing ceremony is starting soon. Don’t be loud, or else referees will come here and give you a warning,” Sophia reminded them.

All the sixty-four teams were already in place.

The royal stands and the important guest seats were also more or less all full.

The entire venue automatically become quieter. In the end, no voice could be heard.

First came a deep command.

All around, the honor guard moved together. Sixty-four school flags rose at the same time.

And just at the instant everyone lifted their eyes and looked at these school flags, a huge shadow suddenly shrouded the whole of the sky!

“What’s that!”

Almost everyone, Ayrin and the others included, stopped breathing in spite of themselves!

There was a tremendous feeling of pressure descending with this shadow.

A dragon!

A silent, cold wind seemed to arise inside the entire arena, blowing with it almost everyone’s heart.

Feeling a little numb all over, Ayrin saw it was a red dragon.

An enormous body, like a floating castle.

A pair of wings extended outward, as if covering the whole expanse of the sky.

Scales, shining with light that terrified a man’s heart and soul.

However, as if it felt such a sense of oppression wasn’t enough yet.

“Boom!”

This red dragon that was all at once malevolent, ferocious, awe-inspiring, and radiant with the aura of a king suddenly opened its mouth and sprayed out a blazing dragon breath.

A flame extending several hundred meters long took shape and swept through the air. There was no telling how far it flew before finally vanishing.

After spraying a dragon breath, this dragon that looked like a moving castle suddenly shrank in size and, wrapped in a halo of fiercely burning red light, it fell toward the royal stands.

No one could look straight at it.

When this light as bright as a scorching sun disappeared, everyone saw a handsome man wearing a high-necked gown appear in the stands, tall and slender, his hair red, looking very wise.

“It’s the lord chief adviser.”

Just like many others, Sophia couldn’t stop herself from crying out softly in surprise.

“The lord chief adviser, who’s that?” Ayrin was filled with shock. “Is he the dragon from a moment ago? How can a man become a dragon?”

“That’s right, a high-level pure-blooded dragon. Just like Moss’ giant multi-sizing, he can take the form of either a dragon or a human,” Sophia lowered her voice and explained. “The lord chief adviser, Angil, from House Targaryen. He’s a pure-blooded dragon.”